Chapter 407: Terran caravan, mysterious fat man!

Feet stepping on the snow on the ground, there is a constant "beep" sound coming from time to time, there will be a call from the beast. ??八?一中文W?W?W?. ?8 (eight) 1ZW. COM
The mist ejected from the nose and mouth proved how cold the weather was at this time.
This kind of cold weather, even those strong beasts, can't stand it.
As the members of the caravans who drove the beasts continued to drive away, these beasts walked slowly and looked listless.
These beasts are full of rising mist and frosty condensation.
In order to prevent these beasts from being frozen, the members of the caravans draped the animal skins on the beasts to help them withstand the cold.
After all, on this road, relying on these riding beasts to transport goods, so absolutely can not go wrong!
The two caravans continued to move on the road, and many members of the caravans were all wrapped in messy items.
Although the monk's physique is far from ordinary people, it can't resist this constant cold attack.
The night snow last night, the monks were tossed, and it has not slowed down until now.
Among the two caravans on the road, there is a caravan of the Terran, which is very eye-catching.
The members of this Terran caravan are about seven hundred people. The color of the face is obviously a long way before.
The snow without warning made the members of the caravan unprepared.
In the area where they live, I have seen such a heavy snow, and even many people wear single clothes.
In this cold weather, they have almost no cold effect on their clothes.
Fortunately, on this road, they also hunted a lot of monsters, and those fine furs were left behind, which just came in handy.
Put these animal skins on the body, and then tie them tightly with grass ropes. Although they look nondescript, they can resist some cold.
At this time, there is a fat man in the caravan, which attracts attention.
This fat man is extremely strong and fat.
The fat man with thick legs and thick arms, he was wrapped in seven or eight animal skins, and wrapped himself from top to bottom.
It seems that I am afraid that I will be frozen to the general, even on his head, but also a simple animal skin tube, the right to protect the cold leather cap.
Walking on the snow-covered road, this fat man is like a moving ball, which is particularly eye-catching in the caravan!
Aside from the side of the carnival team members, from time to time to cast their sights, his face is a strong expression of holding back a smile.
After all, the shape of this fat man looks really funny!
Those with taunting eyes can't escape the perception of the fat man.
It’s just for the eyes of these guys, the fat man is completely unintentional, always a look of his own way.
At this time, he was looking at the middle-aged monk around him with a smug look, and his mouth was full of uncontrollable smiles.
"Old Sun, do you want to play with this silver horn skin on your body?"
The hard work of speaking, the fat man also glanced at the silvery glittering skin of the other side, which seemed very desirable.
"Give me aside, I am too lazy to take care of you!"
Look at the breath of this middle-aged man, it is a lord-level monk!
In the wilderness, this lord-level monk can be said that no one dares to provoke easily. After all, everyone knows the master of the lord.
However, in the face of this smiling fat man, the middle-aged lord monk who was the leader of the caravan guards could not afford the prestige.
When looking at the fat man's eyes, he also carries a hint of jealous color.
The middle-aged monk looked at the fat man with a vigilant look, and the right hand subconsciously held down the silver-horned animal skin on his body.
This silver-horned animal skin is extremely rare. The middle-aged monk spent a lot of effort to kill the silver-horned beast of the main lord, and got this delicate animal skin.
Originally intended to give this daughter a birthday gift to her daughter after the end of the mission.
But I didn't want the temperature to plummet last night. The middle-aged monk had to take it out and warm it around him.
In fact, the middle-aged people still have a few good skins, but at this time they have become the property of the fat man around them!
This guy won all the hides of the caravan guards. Now it’s really greedy to pay attention to this silver horn hide!
The middle-aged monk decided not to take care of this guy until he reached the holy dragon city.
Looking at the middle-aged monk with his mouth closed and his eyes looking directly at the sky, the fat man smiled and turned and climbed onto a car that was riding on the beast.
In this car, it is full of all kinds of animal skins!
After the fat man climbed up, he lay comfortably in the pile of hides, and his face was full of smug expressions.
After seeing the face of the fat man's face, the few clothes in the caravan were thin, and the caravans, who were chilled by the cold wind, were guarded by sorrow and jealousy.
Inside the entire caravan, there are no hides for these people, which is obviously a cause!
It turned out that a few days ago, several guards could not stand the lure of this fat man, and they gambled with the fat "little little".
The guards in these caravans walked south and north, and when they were lonely and bored, they often played a few, all of them.
For their own gambling, the caravan guards are quite confident.
With a few people working together, winning a fat man who doesn't know where to come is a breeze.
So by the campfire in the rest camp, several people played happily.
Seeing that some people opened the gambling, the merchants and guards in the caravan also eagerly got together to play a few.
But no one expected, this fat man turned out to be a master, did not play a few, it will win the hearts of everyone.
After the brain was lost, several guards were combined, and the cherished fur that was obtained along the way was taken up.
These furs are the good goods that these caravan escorts are rushing on the road, and they can sell a good price after getting the market.
In order to win back the lost brain, these caravan guards also pushed the last old man.
It’s just that these furs are the common property of the caravan guards. They do so, but they have to take great risks.
It’s okay to win, if you lose, you will be punished!
A few people are also losing their eyes, this is the best policy.
Who would have thought that this fat man was so lucky that the car fur of the members of the caravan finally became the trophy of the fat man.
Several caravan members were unwilling to face and began to wonder how to get back the lost things.
This fat man joined the caravan halfway, has always been alone, should be a wild repair without a foundation.
After you can scare him, this guy can spit out the winning brain.
After several caravan guards made up their minds, they squatted into the tent of the fat man that night.
No one knows what happened during the period.
Only the next day, these guards all became muddy and swollen, looking at the fat man's eyes, all filled with jealous colors, face full of charming smiles.
Can make a group of four or five monks so embarrassed, this fat is obviously not a simple role!
The commander of the caravan, that is, the middle-aged lord-level monk learned the matter and went to the door to find the fat man.
Unexpectedly, even if this master-level monk personally went out, he did not recover the car skin!
After the people returned, the monk was only gloomy, and after saying "willing to gamble and lose", this thing will not be done.
I have been walking around the country all the year round. This caravan is not a fool, so everyone is very tacit and no longer mentions this matter.
However, as a punishment, the caravan guards of the mortgaged hides were not only deducted for a year's salary, but also against the cold skin of the animal skin!
After this incident, although there are often gambling in the caravans, no one has ever gambled with this fat man, which also makes the gambling fat man depressed.
"Oh... I knew this, I shouldn’t have been in the first place, so I can play for a while!"
The fat man lying in the pile of hides is full of depression.
He now only hopes that the caravan will be able to hurry up to the holy dragon city, so that he can play with it!
The eyes inadvertently swept through the sky, watching the rune that was constantly flashing in the sky. The fat man was originally full of indifferent faces, and suddenly a slight dignity flashed.
"Hot month... ice charm alien..."
A few vague words, spit out from the mouth of the fat man, but no one heard it.
As the caravan continued to move forward, the outer wall that St. Dragon City had just established finally appeared in front of everyone.
(The role of the fat man, provided by the book friend Roentgen VIII, thank you for your support!)